I don’t know if I found this almost hidden grotto
With its raging water, or if fate led me there
The water washed over a small altar
An offering of standing stones
To their ancestors or an ancient God
A message, a prayer, for thanks or help
I may never know.
I was fascinated by the four stones
standing on top of each other
Perfectly balanced in harmony
As if meant to hold each other up
Varnished to a shine by running water.
I wondered about the person
who had walked away
Did the universe answer his hopes?
Is his or her life better for having taken the time
To remember the ancient ways?
Leaving my own four stones
I believed my own prayer would be answered
I could feel the hand of the universe
At my back, guiding me home
Happenstance, or fate,
Such a strange thing…
© anita dawes 2020